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janesgravity
Sep. 20th, 2010 01:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Wicked and Divine 3/3
TY! :D
starsparkle333
Sep. 20th, 2010 01:28 pm (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy Harejuku dress-up
um... ohgod yes please
lucsmom
Sep. 20th, 2010 01:39 pm (UTC)
Re: Wicked and Divine 3/3
Wow! Seriously fanning myself here. I felt like I was there and I feel dirty, but in a good way.
janesgravity
Sep. 20th, 2010 01:44 pm (UTC)
Re: Wicked and Divine 3/3
Then I did something right - thank you ;)
(Anonymous)
Sep. 20th, 2010 01:54 pm (UTC)
Tommy turns into an actual cat.




Nobody notices.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 20th, 2010 01:55 pm (UTC)
Re: Wicked and Divine 3/3
No need to apologize! It was wonderfully written. I always love your writing. <3 I just was having an awful day, thought I'd prompt some porn to make it better and wasn't prepared for angst. I didn't think about the prompt being taken that way. Everyone loved it though. :) And it depressed me so well done! Lol.
valress
Sep. 20th, 2010 06:43 pm (UTC)
Re: All For You Baby...
TY!! :)
mindlesscloud
Sep. 20th, 2010 06:50 pm (UTC)
Adam/Tommy
Established relationship. Tommy shaves his legs and puts on this and Adam's oversized shirt to surprise him. Table sex ensues.
green_utopia
Sep. 20th, 2010 08:14 pm (UTC)
adam/tommy - 1920s au
where adam is a fabulous liquor smuggler who's trying to bribe rookie cop!tommy with equally fabulous booze.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 20th, 2010 08:46 pm (UTC)
Eyes Not Minds, 1/??
More to come later, I have class and I'm still writing because this thing is turning out longer than fuck (literally). Enjoy the sneak preview. Title a play on an Adam song, fifty points if you spot it.

This is the blessing and the curse of sixteen-hour days on the bus, Adam thinks, as he reaches for the bowl in the middle of the small circle of people. Blessing, because there’s always plenty of bonding time and someone always has ideas about what to do; curse, because sooner or later, after the second (or fifth) beer at two in the morning on a night with no show, someone has the brilliant idea to throw a bunch of challenges into a bowl and play truth or dare, which seems to be some kind of band-and-dancers shorthand for “let’s see if we can actually embarrass Adam tonight.”

Adam pulls a slip of paper, smoothes it out, and reads Sasha’s neat writing across the slip. “Hey, she went back to the other bus an hour ago, I shouldn’t have to do this,” he protests, which only leaves identical up-to-no-good grins plastered across Brooke’s and Cam’s faces.

“Come on, rules are rules,” Cam tells him, and after deciding a good pout isn’t going to be effective, Adam reads the slip again.

“Sorry, Neil,” he says, not sounding sorry in the least, and before Neil can protest or dive off Adam’s bed for cover Adam leans over and places a sound smack on Neil’s cheek while simultaneously pulling him into a headlock for hair-mussing purposes. Neil flails.

“Adam!”

“Hey, it said I had to kiss the person on my left, it didn’t say how,” Adam explains as he lets Neil out of the headlock. “Unless you’d rather interpret it as ‘the person on my left who’s actually playing this game,’ because if I know Tommy—“

Neil grumbles a bit as the girls laugh and Tommy smirks without really moving his face at all. Tommy pulls out a slip of paper and squints at it.

“You need to take fucking handwriting lessons.”

“Probably wrote it going through that construction zone twenty miles ago,” Adam tells him. Tommy squints at it a bit more.

“I don’t eat yogurt. That shit’s like baby food.”

“It’s good for you,” Adam reprimands absently as he takes the slip out of Tommy’s hands. “’Your goals,’ Tommy Joe, not yogurt. Learn to read, glitterbaby.”

“Learn to write, asshole,” Tommy shoots back, although there’s no heat in the words. Adam can’t help snickering as he hands back the slip.

“Which of your goals are you—“ Tommy starts. Then he squints at the slip again, and as he does the bus turns and slows. Adam hears air brakes. Neil scrambles off the bed.

“Finally,” he says. Adam rolls his eyes behind Neil’s back as he decamps. Then he stretches out and flops back on the bed.

“He won’t be back,” Adam says. “He’s probably afraid we’re going to make him go next round and there’s got to be some nudity-related prompt in there somewhere—“

“It’s not my fault this time,” Brooke answers. “The worst one I put in there was that one about the weirdest place you’ve ever—“

“You know, Brooke, do me a favour, don’t ever ask me a question like that in front of my kid brother again, okay? I don’t know what he tells Mom on the phone.”

Cam stretches. “I’m going to hit the sack if the other half of the party’s gone,” she announces, handing out a round of hugs. “Don’t stay up too late, okay?”

“Yes, mother,” Brooke says. “There’s no show tomorrow, I think we’ll be okay if we sleep in.”

Adam raises his eyebrows at Brooke and Tommy as Cam leaves. “Staying?”

“The beer’s not gone,” Tommy answers, reaching down for another as though to illustrate his point. Adam nods at Tommy’s slip.

“Go on. I remember that one, though, I think. Which of your goals are you closest to achieving, right?”

“Yeah.” Tommy pauses to drain a third of his can at one go, and Adam finds himself thinking again that Tommy must have the metabolism of a fucking hummingbird. “And I used to say ‘making out with some big rockstar’ but apparently you need to be more specific than that when you’re talking to the universe if you definitely mean a chick—“
(Anonymous)
Sep. 20th, 2010 08:50 pm (UTC)
Re: Eyes Not Minds, 2/??
Brooke laughs so loudly she rocks forward on the bed and nearly falls into Adam’s lap. Adam laid off the booze an hour ago, but it’s still a close call to catch her. Then again, given how hard he’s laughing himself, that might not be entirely the fault of the beer. Tommy just grins. Brooke finally simmers down enough to draw a slip of paper, and her laughter abruptly stops. Adam glances up at her.

“What is it?”

Brooke tries to toss the slip back into the bowl. Adam pulls it out. “Come on, you’re the one who said rules are ru—“

He reads the slip. Brooke blushes. It’s another of Sasha’s, and Adam just knew there’d be one in here somewhere—

“What is it with Sasha and doing things to the person on your left?” he asks, trying to inject a little levity and failing. Brooke reaches for the bowl to draw another slip.

“Just leave it, I’m not going to—“

Tommy reaches for the slip in Adam’s hand, probably trying to figure out how they went from laughing to serious so fast, and Adam holds his arms out to Brooke before he can think about it too hard.

“Get it over with,” he tells her, and she hooks her fingers into his sweatshirt and pulls it off over his head. It’s stupid, he knows it’s stupid, but there are still high-school locker-room snickers and a kid’s face in the mirror in the space at the back of his head that suggest he should keep his sweatshirt on, thanks. Tommy leans over and wraps his arms around Adam’s shoulders, and Adam reaches for the bowl. Wearing Tommy is not exactly modesty personified, but it still makes him feel better.

“So I’m either going to be licking someone’s nipples or answering questions about weird shit you should never use as lube, at this rate,” he says. Tommy snorts into his shoulder. “I’m not a Kleenex, Tommy Joe.”

Brooke starts laughing as Adam unfolds his slip and ponders it. “ . . . no, that one I haven’t done yet.”

Tommy lifts his head from Adam’s shoulder to read over his shoulder. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” He tosses the slip into the pile of used challenges. Brooke fixes him with a stare.

“Never done what yet?”

“Had sex with a girl. Your turn, Tommy.”

Tommy doesn’t take the bowl. “You never even tried it?”

“Hey, Tommy, when was the last time you got fucked by a guy, just to try it?” Adam asks, trying to mimic Tommy’s I’m-an-innocent-puppydog look and probably failing miserably. Tommy flicks him off and takes the bowl.

“ . . . damn it, Sasha,” he says, reading off his prompt. Adam tries to read it over the top of Tommy’s head and finds his view blocked by Tommy’s hair. Tommy holds out the slip to Brooke, who reads it and rolls her eyes. Then she holds out an arm, and Tommy lets go of Adam’s shoulders to slide across what remains of their circle and kiss Brooke.

Adam waits for them to finish, watching as they go from lips on lips to open mouths to a flash of tongue and Tommy’s fingers in Brooke’s hair, and then he wonders if they remember it’s his bed they’re making out on. Finally he can’t keep from fidgeting anymore. “Hey, guys—“

He plans to finish with something intelligent—he thinks—but he never quite gets that far because Brooke pulls out of the kiss and then it’s his lap she’s straddling, with not enough break between the end of one kiss and the beginning of the other for Adam to catch up until her lips are against his.

Adam’s kissed girls before, but never when he was sober enough to really appreciate just how different it is. It’s still two mouths, one on the other, but Brooke’s jaw is shaped differently and there’s no prickle of five o’clock shadow against Adam’s mouth when he nips at her lower lip. She’s taller than Tommy (and most of the boys Adam’s dated), but everything about her mouth and tongue and teeth and jaw seems smaller, more delicate, more likely to break if he does something wrong, and instead of lipstick or warm skin he tastes something sweet and sticky and fruity, offset by the tang of beer. Even her hair, when he touches it, is different—it’s not fine like Tommy’s, or rough and a little abused, like his own, but curly and kinky with the kind of softness that comes from not dyeing it all the time and spraying it full of gel and glitter every single day.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 20th, 2010 08:52 pm (UTC)
adam/tommy labyrinth
"just fear me, love me, do as i say and i will be your slave."

adam/tommy labyrinth fic with tommy in the role of sarah and adam as the goblin king. let's kick it up to NC-17 though, shall we?
(Anonymous)
Sep. 20th, 2010 08:53 pm (UTC)
Re: Eyes Not Minds, 3/??
Brooke finally pulls away to breathe. Adam blinks at her. “That was . . . . weird.”

“’Weird’,” Tommy echoes. “What are you, twelve?”

“No, if I was twelve I’d probably say it was weird and wonder if she had cooties,” Adam shoots back, and Brooke laughs and lays her head on his shoulder, her arms around his waist. It’s probably weirder to be half-naked with a girl in his lap while the other two are fully-dressed, doubly so because he’s half-naked with a girl in his lap and sober (mostly) and doesn’t care, but the complete and total different to go along with the same is enough to get all of Adam’s attention for awhile.

Tommy turns Adam’s head and puts him back on familiar ground, angled jaw rockstar hair scrape of stubble. Somewhere in the back of his head Adam feels Brooke put her hands on his shoulders and squeeze, pulling tension out of his back he didn’t know he was carrying. Her fingernails are the same colour as his, courtesy of the part of this party that happened before the beer really started to flow, but long and shaped instead of clipped short, and he can feel the press of them against his skin when she pulls her fingers upward along the front of his shoulders. Adam shifts his weight, and the bowl of challenges tips all over the bed.

The kiss breaks as all three of them scramble to pick up slips of paper before they can settle in the bedsheets, and as Brooke tosses her last handful into the bowl she pauses and picks one. Adam sees her eyes flicker over his shoulder at Tommy, but whatever decision they just made happened too quickly for him to read the facial expression before she reads the slip in her hand and grins.

“Have sex,” she declares. Tommy howls laughter. Adam lunges for the slip. Brooke darts around him.

“Take it, Tommy, take it!” she nearly squeals. Adam tries to pivot to take the slip out of Tommy’s hand and instead nearly tumbles off the bed when the bus starts up and turns its corner out of the parking lot. He manages to get his balance just in time to see Tommy bury the slip back in the bowl, with about two hundred other slips of paper that might or might not have already been used.

“Rules are rules,” Tommy grins. Adam flicks him off.

“Fuck you, Tommy Joe.”

“Brooke first, it’s her challenge,” Tommy says, and Adam pulls a hideous face.

“There was no dare in there that said have sex.”

“I read it, ‘have sex’ definitely matches what was on that paper. You calling me a liar, Lambert?” Tommy asks, and Adam can’t deny Tommy is honest, that much is true, so finally after a pause that lasts probably ten seconds and feels about two hours long Adam reaches for the bowl and sets it on the floor. Then he scoots backward.

“Should I . . . go get a pop or something?” he asks. Brooke and Tommy both shake their heads. Then Brooke bounces onto her knees.

“It’s brilliant!”

“Huh?”

“I get to fill the challenge, you get a fun rockstar story the next time somebody asks you if you’ve ever tried it, and Tommy can shut his face finally,” Brooke babbles.

“Hey, I only asked him if he ever—“

“’Hey, Adam, you can grab me if you want’,” Brooke mimics, creepily well. “’Hey, you know what we should do at the next concert, you could kiss me, I wouldn’t care, hey, Adam, think I should jack off my guitar during the intro’? Shut. Your. Face, Tommy Joe.”

“That’s the show!” Tommy protests. Adam reaches up to turn Brooke’s face back toward him.

“You know, Brooke, you should never challenge the heterosexuality of a straight boy, they hate that,” Adam tells her. She looks down at him, obviously ready to ask about this fun rockstar story, and Adam puts his hands on her shoulders to bring her back to his level, because she does have one good point: they call themselves “glamily” because it sounds all trendy and matches the theme of the tour, but over the weeks and shows and miles they’ve become a family for real, and if he’s going to lose his—well, not straight virginity, but something—would he rather do it with someone who’s stuck with him through good times and hangovers and homesickness, or some groupie who’d probably plaster it all over Facebook that she turned Adam Lambert straight, ohmigod?
sulwen
Sep. 20th, 2010 08:54 pm (UTC)
Re: adam/tommy labyrinth
Oh GOD - Labyrinth was one of my very first fandoms! I have so much on my plate already, though...
(Anonymous)
Sep. 20th, 2010 09:00 pm (UTC)
Re: Eyes Not Minds, 2/??
Oh good god, Need more now.
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